gotta build me a new rear end
I got sand in my pockets,
there's conker juice on my hands
On a ruddy road full of glass and steel
Got a toolbox under my arm
And I'm looking for a mopar
in this old boneyard farm
They got sparrows here and firebirds too
Oh, twisted up in the mountain dew
vans and rims and rice rockets
Out behind the GM's Ford's
and old school buses rust
Just a bit of world when they bit the dust
Old palms are always way out back
and the rusty railroad track
Hey, the mopars are always hard to find,
but you can always find a few.
There's cordobas, and billeries,
and darts, and dusters, too.
There's a diplomat with a swinger,
a New Yorker, a demon, and a scamp.
Now there's a 68 Barracuda grill
That owner's got a little attitude
but he'll give you a deal if
Some say he gargles gasoline
Pullin' engines, bookin' parts,
and bumpers to this radiator
Damn near a good -ass tune
Background music playing.
Rollin' down Wichita Road today,
gotta build me a new railroad.
I got sand in my pockets,
I got sand in my pockets,
and skunk juice on my hands.
